Page 143 of Paradox
“Just do it already.”
I feel my cock pulse in my hand. “Hold your knees up.”
Jin grabs both legs and brings them up by his sides.
I position myself properly between them, and when I press against his hole I hear him softly say, "Please look at me,” and my heart breaks in the best possible way; its hard exterior shattering into a million pieces.
Fuck it.
I don’t care if it’s too soon.
I’m tired of making myself sick every day trying to keep it in.
“I love you, Little One,” I tell him, and any words he was gearing up to say are stolen as I push my cock head past his rim.
His forehead creases—the pinching sting written all over his face as he struggles to keep his eyes on me.
“Fuck. You feel too good already.”
It’s a struggle.
He’s so tight and already clenching around me.
Every time I think he’s loose enough, he clamps down again.
“Why have you stopped?” he pants.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I can take it.”
Fuck, I love this kid. “I need to prep you more.”
“No!” He clings to my ribs because he can’t reach any further. “Just try. Just a little more.”
I sink another inch further, and he hisses, "You’re so big.”
“You’re too tight.”
“Doesn’t it feel good?” He turns his head away and tries to hide his face behind his arm.
“Shut the fuck up,” I strain, fighting against every hedonistic urge inside me. “You feeltoogood. That’s the problem.”
He gulps.
I shouldn’t keep going.
But I do.
And I’m at the point of no return.
As soon as I’m another inch in—
“Fuuuck.” My arms shake and I almost collapse on top of him.
Jin hugs me now that I’m closer.
His legs drop so his heels are back on the ground.
